I dream about Advil almost every night. It starts with me, lying on the floor, screaming in pain. Then, an angel comes and hands me an Advil tablet and a glass of water. Grateful, I grab both, chug the water, pop the Advil into my mouth, and swallow. Almost instantly, the pain is gone. I am forever thankful for Advil.
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HumorAdvil is the bomb.com. It is life. I live on advil. Advil lives on me. We are two peas in a pod. We are a couple. He is my Augustus Waters and I am his Hazel Grace. He is my other half. I will die when he dies. He will die when i die.
